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Wanderer Lost II

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This rp takes place several years after what had occurred in The Dunedain Inn, and Sullan's Shop.

Again, anyone main join, however, we would prefer more experienced players. To join, you must send either myself or AraCelebEarwen a PM with a character profile and ideas of how to implement your character before you enter the rp. Thank you.

Submit a character profile in the Council of the Wise Section under: Wanderer Lost II, OOC.
 

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The Beginning

The mid-day sun did little to remove the cold from the frigid earth. The trees still had a fair amount of snow upon them as did the ground. In places, tufts of tall, dead grass protruded out from small snow mounds here and there. The nearby river could be heard as it was one of the few things not covered in a white blanket of snow. However, Boraden could only hear the beat of his heart. He did not know how long he had ran though the pain in his chest did give him some idea.

He had sent Tirnafi around to the south to flush the large deer he had smelled. Food was about to run out and if he could manage this kill he would not have to stop for long.

Boradon stopped finally and took a moment. He took in a deep breath and his keen nostrils told him that the doe was headed toward him. Quickly, he strung his bow and nocked an arrow. He closed his eyes and tried to slow his gasps for breath. As he did, thoughts of her entered his mind once again. She smiled at him and rubbed his beard as she always did when she wanted his attention. She always did have a way to get whatever she wanted. He cursed himself for how much he truely missed her. Was it the Medallion he was after or was it just her? The question posed itself often to Boradon.

The deer was close now, he could almost hear its hooves crunch in the snow. Tirnafi panted hard and snapped his jaws just behind it. Boradon pulled back the bowstring and aimed. Ever-so-sleightly, he drifted the arrow tip to the right, just ahead of the doe's neck. A little more he thought, it was running fast. A little more still and he let the arrow fly. The arrow pierced its neck right below the jawline. It ran for another 60 feet then collapsed and died. Tirnafi tiredly apprached Boradon with both his tongue and his tail wagging with the excitement. Boradon smiled and said, "I know boy...I'm hungry to. Lets go eat."
 

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When was the last time there had been a warm inn? When had there last been a meal she had not had to get for her self? It was cold and she was tired but she knew she had to keep going. Olheri looked out across the snow covered land and pulled the thick cloak a little tighter; her breath showing as she let out a sigh.

Everything was at least a little wet and it was a while before a small fire had been built up. Chilled fingers stretched and soaked up the heat as the little face of a coin looked back at her. She thought she had known what she was doing when she took the little trinket from his pocket. The little feline's eyes watched her from the silver piece; a small smile curling the corner of her mouth as she rubbed it between thumb and forefinger.

Time slipped past as she finished of one of the last few pieces of bread and wondered if there was somewhere she might get more soon. Meat was not a problem yet as she had come across a shallow place in the nearby river and found that catching fish was only as hard as scoping them out of the frozen water with her dagger.

The nights had been hard on the young woman; sleep disturbed by dreams only half remembered upon waking. It was as though something was chasing her. A relentless mind and strong will focused on finding her. Memories of what she had seen a few years back still haunted her to this day. Her people were still being hunted and she was truly one of them. The feeling of something looking for her had been stronger some times then others. Whatever... Whoever was after her, she could not be caught. A chill ran through her, not at all from the weather but at the thought of what could happen if... No. She would not be caught.
 
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Tirnafi stood and sniffed the cold night air as a wolfs cry rang out off in the distance under the moonlit stars. The recent lack of snowfall allowed his senses to extend much further now. The woman's scent was as a beacon of white light upon a blackened background to his nose. Not many women traveled across the land and the one's that did were all human, save for her. He turned to look at Boradon as he slept. The cold air plumed like smoke from his mouth as he breathed.

To most, this cold would be unbearable to allow sleep, however Boradon was a Northman. The Northmen are a hearty people that endured such weather all their lives. It is said that even in the harshest cold, a Northman could live for many days without shelter. The small fire that crackled near him now, warmed him such that he slept deeply and dreamt.

At her request, Boradon guided Olheri up the mountain. She had seen the cave where 2 of her people stayed for many months in her dreams. Now, she and Boradon were before its mouth.

He laboured long near the cave's entrance and she grew impatient. Suddenly the hairs began to stand up on her arms. Something was not right. She looked at Boradon and already he had his Handaxe and knife out and at the ready. Just then a large brown bear lumbered out at Boradon. Boradon fell back and it pounced atop him. Olheri could not bare to watch and closed her eyes. The bear growled and snarled. After a quick few seconds, it groaned then nothing. Slowly she opened her eyes and a blood covered Boradon scrambled out from underneath it. His knife was coated in the bears blood as was his own face. He did not want to kill the bear but had little choice. Silently, he payed homage to his fallen friend and began to cut loose its hide almost immediately.
 
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Ice cold stars looked down on the last of the dieing fire. Though the soft fur was truly worth the effort it took to carry, even it was not quite enough to keep out the chill. She wondered for a moment if it had been so wise to leave him as she had.

He had been sleeping deeply, stretched out on the fire warmed floor with that little pup of his, leaving her the bear skin blanket. It had been so simple, his dreams made to last longer as she had slipped a little powder into his drink and used her mind to set his at ease. Silently she had knelt beside the sleeping man, taking the little coin he had shown her and placing a soft kiss on his forehead before bundling up and leaving without a sound.

She sat up with a gasp. As soon as she had fallen into a fitful sleep the dreams had come once again. No face would show its self, only the will, the desire to hunt down what it was after. Olheri shivered and curled back into a tight ball; the soft, musky fur brushing against frost reddened cheeks as it was pulled back into place. She knew she had to try to sleep, she had to keep moving if she was going to find any of her people before it was too late.

Finally the long night came to an end. No more good wood or kindling was to be found so there was no point in staying there. She breathed into cupped hands, warming the numbed flesh a little before lifting the bag to her shoulder. Stretching some of the stiffness out of her neck, Olheri glanced back in the direction she had come from. "You should not lose everything for what you do not know. I am sorry..." Only the wind caught the sound of the whisper as she continued on; walking in the trees but keeping track of the river that wound through the whitened forest.
 

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The morning produced snow that fell slowly down and covered the frigid earth with a soft, new blanket of white. Tough, cold deer meat was probably the only meal Boradon and Tirnafi would have this day. Once Boradon's legs got going he always hated to stop and he rarely would. He was thankful that his boots had been properly cured and weatherproofed. Evenso, his feet were only dry for half the day as he trudged along in the thawing white wilderness.

Tirnafi was a strong beast of a wolf. Boradon had almost died when he attempted to bind his spirit to his own just after he found him. Dire wolves were large, ferocious beasts. Their howls struck fear into the most seasoned of soldiers for they hunted in packs and could take down even the largest game if hungry enough. Tirnafi was still a pup but already his adolescent coat began to show itself upon his back in greys and browns. On all fours his snout could reach Boradon's chest already and during play his teeth had caused large gashes in Boradon's arms on more then one occaision. Boradon wondered how big he would actually get. He also wondered what the southern lands were like for he had never been so far south as he was now.

Durgar, the dwarven smithy that found a home in his village had always spoke about the great cities of the south. As a boy, Boradon could sit and listen to his fantastical stories all afternoon. Much to the repute of his father. Who secretly wished that Boradon had died along with his brother to a Blue bear that attacked them while they were out in the wilds. Boradon was only wounded and unable to walk. Now, thanks to the Helgarot, the village Shaman, Boradon was healed and something more. He could jog for hours without a rest and he seemed to enjoyed the cold. As he stopped for a breather, he noticed that Tirnafi had once again picked up her scent and the two turned Southeast. Boradon smiled at Tirnafi. In turn, Tirnafi barked loudly and reveled in his own success. "Ok, come on then." Boradon said and began again with Tirnafi at his side.
 

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It was warm; the sun shining through the trees and heating the early fall air. It had been the last thing she had expected to find a young man laying under a clump of trees. He looked to be sleeping and she was about to continuo on her way when she realized that he was only just alive...

“How should I know!? Are you not the one that can ‘see’ things?” His eyes locked on hers; his strong hands holding her shoulders when she started to turn away. “Yes. I can ‘see’ things. Her voice was tired and almost cold. “You do not know what it is I have seen...”

Strong arms held her tightly as she shivered from another vision. His touch warming her and his kiss pulling her back from the shadows she had been lost in...

The cold was working its way through her as bits of memories came and went. Had it really only been a few months?... One boot landed on a patch of ice just then, only her quick reactions kept her from crashing completely to the rocks she had been stepping around. Cursing silently, she could feel a bruise starting to form where her knee had hit one of the stones. As she stood back up and shifted the weight of the pack, Olheri tried to put her full attention on where she was walking instead of on things left behind.
 

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The quiet afternoon was interrupted when Tirnafi stopped and smelled an unfamilar scent in the air. A musky, oily scent. Boradon sniffed the air himself and knelt down beside the pup. With a gloved hand he rubbed his chest and said. "What is it boy, do you...?" Right then, something strange happened. As Boradon touched Tirnafi, tendrils of color formed images in his mind. His senses came alive in a rush of red and green hues. He was now smelling the air as Tirniafi did. These colors took shape in his head and Boradon did not like what he saw.

Quickly, he took a look around him. The two had just jumped down upon an icy ledge outcropping and the only place to go was toward the orcs that were marching up toward them or over the edge. Boradon suddenly became afraid and realized that there were far too many orcs. They would have to jump for it. He knew Tirnafi would not understand what they had to do and so, Boradon motioned to the wolf to come close to the edge. He took a look over the edge and saw nothing but white. He hoped that it was deep enough to pad their fall. With all of his strength he suddenly pushed Tirnafi over the edge and fell himself along with him. Silently they fell 40 feet and landed in a thick hill of snow.

Completely submerged in white, Boradon scrambled to get to the top. Snow brushed into every part of Boradon's clothing that it could to the fall and struggle. Luckily, the snow had been deep enough to let them avoid the hard rock below. Not seeing Tirnafi, Boradon fought back the urge to whistle. Instead he clicked his tongue upon the roof of his mouth and made the sound of a squirrel. Tirnafi continued to struggle below him and Boradon saw it.

He hopped back down into the snow and almost landed on the wolf as it struggled. He shifted himself to get behind the wolf and began to push Tirnafi from the rear. The wolf kicked at the snow and Boradon pushed and with great effort, Tirnafi was atop the white mound. Boradon huffed and panted as he too came to rest on top, rolled over to his back and gasped for air. His rest was short lived however for he knew that the orcs would see their tracks very soon. With tired limbs, Boradon rolled and stood. He was cold and wet from the snow that melted into every inch of his body and clothing. With Tirnafi, he ran down the hill and out of sight of the orcs. He now had a long, cold, hard run ahead of him to be safely clear of them.
 
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Princess Daelin sifted through the many dusty books that were stored down in the castle cellars. She had been down there so long that she no longer knew what time was daytime and what was nighttime. The days drifted into weeks, and the weeks into months that she would be a prisoner. She could never see the rise and set of the sun. Though she detested what her brother did to her, she did not hate him. He was more or less a good man that would never of become King if she assumed the throne. Nor did she hate him for his betrayal. He simply is who he is, and he will always be the spoiled boy who grew into a spoiled man. So day after day, night after night, she reads, and sews, and hopes beyond hope that someone will find her in this prison made her home.

Little did she know that her childhood friend did return to the very city in which she grew up to know Daelin. The two were nearly inseperable as children, and they would often sit under the poplars and talk about which boys they fancied. Neither had ever dreamed of growing up to become a Queen. However, Karanda never did trust Daelin’s brother. She liked even less his Chief Advisor Fargon. He had been a soldier before the King had died and the Prince held him in high regard. When Karanda heard of her blood sister’s death she wasted no time and set out for Gorshven.

Emery Castle sat upon a large hill that overlooked the village of Gorshven. Farmers, bakers, and merchants of all flavors called Gorshven home. Due to its centralized location, it was ripe with the trade of goods and services for travelers willing to pay high prices. As a result, the village flourished into a small, respectable town.

Olheri was three days out of Gorshven, though she did not know the area well. She was guided by her visions. She had dreamt of a woman in unending darkness. A woman who knew one of her kind for what they really were. A woman who had befriended a man of status among Olheri’s people. She only knew her by her first name…Daelin.
 
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Weary eyes watched the as at last a few sparks took hold of the kindling and grew into a fine little fire.

The days were short; darkness coming over the land quickly, hardly giving the sunlight any time to warm the icy air. Olheri was glad she had been able to get this far in one day.

She had found herself running as again the feeling of something drawing near had caused the hair on the back of her neck to prick. If she had been able to risk leaving her pack behind, there was a faster way to travel, but it would not be worth what it could take...

Finishing off a little more of the fish she had packed away, Olheri watched the crackling flames send shadows to dance on the walls of the tight little cave.

It had only just been visible when she walked past; a dip in the snow bank giving her pause. A curious kick at the drift caused the cover to fall back and revile the top of a small opening.

She had carefully hidden the entrance again, nearly closing herself in, only leaving a few small points so as to not block off the air. As there was only just enough room for someone to sit up or lay on the floor; Olheri had built the fire in the short, narrow tunnel that was the entryway, and slowly it warmed the room.

Her eyes drifted shut as sleep caught up to her. Wrapped in the fur, she gazed around one last time before dreams crept over her...
 

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Finally she could see it. Coming over another hill, she looked across the last few miles to the village. The houses and shops clustered together, a close but not crowded looking place. Just right for blending in if and when she would have to.

Olheri walked past the first of the outer buildings; glancing at towards it and wondering where to start. Knowing only a name and not at all knowing much about this place but what she could guess by observation. She shifted the weight of the pack and pulled the fur a little tighter around her shoulders as she continued on towards the center of town. 'Maybe I can at least find a hot meal somewhere...' Reaching into her cloak, she caught hold of the little coin pouch. 'Not much. hmmm... Not that it can not be fixed.'
 

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Gorshven was not a large city by no means, however, it did have it where it mattered. The shops were neatly arranged and the streets layed out in simple square blocks. Down this particular block she passed signs that read: Harol's bakery, Burgen Smithy, Jurrin's Carpentry, and The Veese Market. The buildings were expertly masoned by the looks of their fronts and the smells that eminated from some of them made Olheri's mouth water.

Many of the roads were trodded and muddy due to the early thaw. As Olheri moved about the village, she finally came to a cobblestone road. It cut straight through the center of town and curved uphill toward some of the finest houses she had ever seen. She almost bumped into an old man when she gaped at the large castle that lay in the distance upon the hill. He smiled at her and said, "Excuse me mylady." She looked at him and asked, "Sir, would you happen to know of an...inexpensive Inn here abouts?" The old man looked her over briefly and gave a chuckled response as he moved past her. "Not in Gorshven mylady, good day." As she crossed the street, several people walked along a fairly level sidewalk and went about their daily business. As she turned the corner, she heard an uproarious laugh come from a pub just near her, She looked up and saw its sign post. It read: The Copper Spoon.
 

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The door opened to a wave of laughter. Most everyone near the entry had their attention pointed at a young man as he tried to pick himself back up off the floor. Olheri shook her head at the drunkard and glanced around taking careful note of the guests and room alike. Even the more commonly dressed men looked to be fairly well-to-do; soft, white tunics on some and rich, dark colors on others. The air had a strong mix of scents; among them smoke and drinks but also a stomach twisting waft of hot bread and meat.

Keeping the thick fur over her shoulder, she pulled a few coins out with a disappointed sigh; ordered what she could afford- a small loaf of bread with a sad little bit of what she hoped was beef- and found a seat at the bar.

Talk and gossip traded hands. Going from one sober man only to be misheard or exaggerated by those that had had more then enough for the evening. Talking offhandedly, Olheri asked a few of those right around her where she might find a room and if they knew much of anything about a woman by the name of Daelin. Most just shook their heads or seemed not to have heard her at all. Only one glanced her over before letting a sly smile creep across his face and asking a question of his own to which she turned away, informing him over her shoulder that she had other plans.

'Other plans indeed. ha. All I want is a good nights sleep and something of a clue to where... who...' -A sigh interrupted her thoughts- 'One can not get a room without paying something for it, and any clue may do no good if worked over by a tired mind...' Thoughtful eyes wander across some of the faces, looking for one that would fit. It was the same man she had seen when she first entered who drew her atention. Now leaning over his table, she knew the others had had their fun and left. Walking with a very slight limp, Olheri approached him slowly, as though she was much less awake and sober then was true. Even a good target deserved caution and she didn't want to draw too much of any attention as she obtained at least a few more coins.
 
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As she waited for the right moment to aproach the man, another man, one that she had not seen when she entered, pressed between her and someone else that sat on the bar stools. Olheri had been half facing the bar and her mark and now all she saw was a shoulder of a rude man. She saw him as he motioned to the barkeep and set 4 silver coins upon the bar. "Get the lady whatever she wishes and this should cover her room and board for 2 days." The barkeep scoffed and Olheri heard the sliding of coins across the bar, and the "clink, clink* of them being tossed into a pocket.

What Olheri did not know was that this man had watched her closely as she entered and listened to her inquiries to the patrons. Now, for her, he was really the only friendly face she had seen since she had arrived. Where did he come from? Was he in here all along? What does he want? All of these questions assaulted her mind as he turned and faced her finally. He tilted his head in a gesture toward an empty table and pushed himself away from the bar with a strong arm. As he moved toward the table, she observed him with narrowed eyes and a wary suspicion. He was tall, somewhat attractive and extremely well muscled by what she could tell. He had mid length brown hair tied with leather that held it back, but not in a braid. His eyes were green and his face cleanly shaven, and there was a pleasing odor that tickled her nose. He wore a long, grey coat that did much to hide his features well but not to her keen eyes.
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In the distance, Boraden saw smoke plumes that bellowed into the sky from several miles away. He smiled lightly as he knew it as a sign for civilization. He looked down at his hands as he held them flat, palms up. "Filthy", he thought to himself. He eyed a small stream that ran not far from where he was toward the direction of the town. He took one last look around him and then began his descent down into the valley.
 
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Glancing from the barman to the stranger, she slowly got up and walked over. Not about to turn down a meal, Olheri was cautious but decided as she looked over the man, wondering who he was. There was something about him... something that made her think he was not just another man, not just human. She interrupted her own thoughts as one hand rested lightly on the back of a chair. "I should perhaps thank you, sir. But surly no one can be so simply giving." There was an cool, questioning edge to her tone as she tilted her head slightly to the right, watching him curiously.
 

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He slowed and waited for her as she approached the table and rested her hand on the chair, he said. "If you will excuse me miss." He reached over and grasped the back of the chair she stood behind. His face passed very close to hers in the process. His perfume rolled around in her nostrils once more and she withdrew her hand to steady herself as her head swam. He slid the chair back for her to sit and gestured for her to do so. She felt awkward and stifled a giggle that came to her throat just then but she managed to follow through with it and sit. He moved around and sat across from her. As she slid her chair closer to teh table he gave her his name. "My name is Giddeon, and as you may have guessed, I am not from here...originally. I can see that, that much, we have in common yes?" He smiled and let his green eyes wander across her female form.
 
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Her eyes blinked as she tried to shake off the strong scent, unable to stop the light blush that touched the tops of her cheeks. "No... No, this is my first time to this place." Gathering her thoughts back, she alowed him a polite but still cool smile. "I only just arived...as might be plain to tell." Trying to brush a strand of dark hair out of her face, Olheri looked around trying to give herself a little more time to think. "Gallande is it? It is a pleasure to meet you sir, but..." A flash of a grin came and went, leaving a curl at the corner of her mouth. "I would still like to know why anyone would give up a good few silvers for a stranger."
 

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He gave a sidelong glance to some ofthe patrons nearby them and replied. "Why would I indeed." He smiled and continued. "I realize you have just arrived, however, perhaps I could give you the guided tour of our fine village?" His eyes shifted toward the door then back to her.
 

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"Maybe you could. Though, having only just arrived, I would like to give my feet a moments rest and have something a bit more filling then a cold scrap of bread." She paused to glance to the bar and look back at Gallande before saying any more. "A bit of meat and something to drink would do me more good then another walk just now, thank you. Maybe later." Blue eyes worked over his face, only just hinting at the tiredness they hid as they seemed to glow softly. Had he not yet bother to ask her name? Perhaps it was just his way but it interested her. Granted, she had yet to just give anyone her real name but she had always enjoyed the little game it had come to be. She blinked quickly and looked away as she realized that it had stayed silent as she looked into his eyes. "No, I am afraid a walk would do me little good just now."
 

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As she wondered about Giddeon's intentions, she scanned her mind for anything that may help her in such a strange situation. As she did, Giddeon waved over a bar matron and asked for stew, bread and wine. Moments slipped by and she felt something that she had never felt before. It came to her slowly as if there was a door that she had not remember to lock. A tickle in the corner of her mind. She felt...a presence there, elusive but not dark or manevolent as one might expect. As she tried to search this presence down inside her mind, she felt it quickly slip away. It all became clear to her. He had read her mind somehow. How long he was there she did not know. All she really did know were that his intentions were good ones though what they were were still a mystery and that he wanted to speak to her in private. Giddeon smiled at her though she detected a very slight hint of blush on his right cheek. "The food shall be here soon mylady. Oh, and I never did get your name Miss...?"
 
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